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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #49!

Helloooooo, my dears! Welcome back to Crazytown! I'm sharing another excerpt from Nutcases today, but we're taking a little leap ahead. Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. And here's an excerpt:He waited for her to fill her spoon too then together they
plunged them into their mouths.

It melted on his tongue, the salty sweetness teasing his
taste buds with a hint of what used to be. Chunky, of course. There was nothing
smooth about this woman, besides her silk-textured skin. She had killer curves, a crooked smile that made him crazy, and a home with more twists and turns than the
country road he drove in on.

“Now,” she mumbled through sticky lips, her chest
heaving as she freed the licked-clean spoon from her mouth. "Now, Clark."

His spoon hit the floor with a clatter as he
swept her into his arms and kissed the living daylights out of her.

Every time I share an excerpt from this story I feel an overwhelming desire to bury my face in a jar of peanut butter. Anyone else? No? Okay, then. Carry on. :D Actually, I have one awesome piece of news to share before you leave. On Friday I officially signed on to teach another semester at Nepean High School! I'm also the new head coach of the junior girls volleyball team! I'm doing my best to control my Sue Sylvester-esque tendencies, but I may or may not vomit down the backs of our opponents. Have a wonderful week, all!

I'm on my second jar of peanut butter since you've started feeding us these snippets. I like mine nice and smooth though, if ya know what I mean! Appreciated getting a sense of Morgan through Clark's eyes. And is kissing the living daylights out of her similar to kissing the bejeesus out of her? Just wondering. Huge congrats on your 2nd semester contract! Whoohoo!!!!

Hee! I prefer chunky myself. ;) Kissing the living daylights is right on par with the bejeesus. That was an excellent question, though. Thank you for the congrats, and thanks so much for reading! Hope PB is on sale this week! :D xoxo

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Hailing from the
Great White North, Evelyn Jules loves curling up on the couch with a hot toddy
and a steamy book. Nothing warms a girl up faster than a little hanky-panky.
When she’s not reading deliciously erotic tales, she’s weaving her own in hopes
of warming her readers’ hearts and other parts!